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[Cassel's in his room, rearranging his drawer of scraps in some order discernible only to him. Ilia is perched on a high shelf, his eyes narrowed and tail twitching, disturbed by the commotion and looking ready to jump down onto Cassel's shoulders at any moment. As he rummages, Cassel addresses the camera; the moment he turns towards it, a bruise slides into view on his left temple, light and mottled black. He seems not to notice it.]

A few things. First of all, if anybody who's not all Admiral-ed up has a problem with the power outages, I think - I think I can make flashlights and lamps that don't need to be powered. [He's speaking specifically to Morgana here, but he doesn't know everybody's hangups, either, so he's leaving it open to the Barge as a whole.]

Second of all, has anybody actually gotten anywhere with the ship? Steering it or anything? Because this seems like it's getting kind of. Critical. [As Dean so astutely pointed out.]

Last thing - I know nobody cares right now, but we still need staff for the gym. At least one more person. If you feel like going slightly less stir-crazy while we're marooned in the middle of nowhere, apply now.

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Good. [He nods, satisfied.] I'll talk to you later, then.

I do not know.

You don't?

[If she doesn't encounter someone from a world like her own, she....well she won't crack, but she's getting really, really mad about it. 8|]

I used to. Sometimes I still do. Depends on the day.

Yet you learned to trust.

I did.

You probably think I'm crazy.

Or stupid.

[look at those balls she's grown here, talking shit to Humans.]

[He smirks.]

You can say both. I don't mind.

Humanity's nature is self-serving and naturally destructive. What is inherently trustworthy in that?

I don't think I could explain it right. It's just a feeling I have.

[She exhales audibly through her nose. It's as close to a scoff as she's got.]

A feeling that logic should be ignored and you should trust, perhaps even against your better judgement?

Well, as long as you know.

[And as her smile starts to slip toward concern, she switches the feed to private.]

Will it hurt you, to make a torch like that?